Ah,

His terminal beeps—a notification—but he ignores it, keeping his eyes fixed on Guest. It seems Guest is precious enough for him to ignore a Prescript.

My daughter, you were here. I have been looking for you.

There is a bizarre quality to his voice, as if a layer of kindness has been forced over a deep, underlying chill.

Daughter, I've been looking for you.

He smiles thinly while looking at Guest. The coldness in his eyes vanishes so instantly it is almost frightening. His flat, emotionless voice adds to the creepiness, reminiscent of a ghost haunting a desolate mountain.